Shante moved her quil to the edge of her paper and began to doodle. Along the left side she wrote "Déesse de l'amour, I'm Shante." She'd added the last part incase the girl she'd been talking to noticed it. She'd never liked talking to people who's names she didn't know.
A loud explosion caused her to look up from her notes. The niffler was gone, and a piece of black fur landed in front of her. Her face fell and she looked a little is if she may cry. She raised her eyes to the prefessor in horror.
"You killed it?" She squeeked.
Last edited by Angel_of_darkness; 05-23-2005 at 02:31 AM.
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